It is important that I should get back as
soon as possible, and the business here is finished."
"Very well. I will pack up as much as I can. The rest must be sent on
afterward."
He let her reach the door before he stopped her again.
"By the way, Lois, there is one thing I must ask you. I do not wish
you to have any further intercourse with that Beatrice Cary. She is
not a person with whom I should wish my wife to associate. You were
right about her--she is a bad, unscrupulous woman."
With her hand on the curtain she turned and looked back at him. A
cloud of curious distrust passed over her pale face.
"I never said that she was bad or unscrupulous. I do not believe that
she is. You say that now, but it was not your old opinion."
"I suppose it is possible to see people in different and less
agreeable lights?" he retorted sharply.
"Only too possible. But as she was never a friend of mine, and we are
leaving within the next few hours, the injunction to avoid her is
unnecessary." She paused as though listening. "I hear some one talking
to the syce," she went on hurriedly. "It sounds like Captain
Stafford's voice. Archibald"--she turned and came quickly to his
side--"please let me out of the verandah. I don't want to meet him."
He caught her by the wrist and pushed her back. The movement was
brutal, unlike his usual gentleness, and she saw by the expression of
his face that for the moment he had lost all consciousness of what he
was doing.
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